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WtGOR | Alagos | MountainsTalvace on DeviantArthttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/https://www.deviantart.com/talvace/art/WtGOR-Alagos-Mountains-687226070Talvace

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WtGOR | Alagos | Mountains

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Published: Jun 18, 2017
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Name: Alagos
Breed: Mustang (Illorian Warmblood)
Gender: Colt
Age: 3 months
Phenotype: Flaxen Palomino w/ Bend-Or Spots [Chimera] Black
Genotype: ee/aa/ff/nCr [Chimera] EE/aa
Zone: Mountains
Bloodlines:

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Sire: Starter
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------------------------------------------ SDD: Starter
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Dam: Arinda
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----------------- DD: Starter
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ABOUT

Personality: Proud, but clumsy. Being raised in the forest has made him bold, and perhaps a little bit too comfortable with danger. He is easily tempted with treats and music. 

Fears: Gunpowder and canons. The scent alone will have the foal glued to his mother's side, the sound will send him running blindly. 

Unique Traits: As an Illorian Warmblood he has a unique, floaty gate half a step below the canter that allows the rider to sleep while riding without having to worry about falling off. He can keep this gait up for nearly a day if proper circumstances are met. 

STATS:

Foraging: 1
Speed: 2
Stamina: 1
Strength: 1


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